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| Zweihander Of Glory; Hard Quest (Complete) | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 5 2011, 01:58 AM (447 Views) | |
| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 01:58 AM Post #1 |
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Summary Difficulty: Hard Reward: Zweihander of Glory - Equipped as two accessories. Level 3 blade. A two handed sword that increases strength by +250 and +5% of base in battle. Also increases speed by +100 and +5% of base in battle. Attacks with this weapon deal +7% bonus damage. Progress Posts: 15/15 Words: 5,074/4,500 |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 01:59 AM Post #2 |
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Thick clouds of volcanic ash blanketed the sky along with ample smoke rising up from the stacks of mining factories all over the planet, obscuring the stars from sight down below. The heavy atmosphere also obscured the presence of a small space ship descending down through the toxic clouds. The pressure and friction of entry wore heavy on the hull of the ship, causing it to glow with heat. This faint light was the first sign of the ship from down below, faintly shinning through the cloud for a moment before it broke through the bottom as it plummeted downward. Traveling along somewhat horizontal to the ground, the ship then began to slow dramatically, seeming to catch itself in the midst of its fall. Thus, rather than slamming into the ground, the ship began to gently glide along until it drifted to a peaceful landing, which stirred up a small cloud of ash that had long ago settled on the ground. The metal of the ship was cooling, and the glow it had gathered began to fade away while components of the vessel released built-up heat and pressure in the form of clouds of steam. Then, the scene fell silent as the dust settled and the steam cleared. The area seemed desolate and devoid of life, even in comparison with the harshest deserts to be found on all of Kelioux, giving the impression that no one and nothing had detected the visitor’s arrival. It seemed that not even the local fauna had been disturbed, if indeed such an unwelcoming place was home to anything larger than a microorganism. Furthermore, there was no real evidence of life within the vessel either for that matter. Since gently coming to a landing, the spacecraft had remained motionless, and except for the occasion when it flushed its engines after a long voyage, just after settling down on the planet, it remained silent as well. [Word Count: 320/320] |
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<center>"Nearly every man who develops an idea works it up to the point where it looks impossible, and then he gets discouraged. That's not the place to become discouraged." -Thomas A. Edison "Ashes to ashes and clay to clay; if the enemy doesn't get you, your own folks may." -James Thurber<br> Character Sheet|Vault Profile | |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:00 AM Post #3 |
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Miles away, it was just another quiet evening at the security outpost of one of the many TMO compounds scattered throughout the planet Cauldron. Truthfully, it was about the same as every other evening since Security Chief Baurbos had been assigned to the backwater facility. Not that there were any particularly glamorous posts to be found through the entirety of the Thrifty Mining Operation company. However, this one was particularly deplorable, even amongst those located on planet Cauldron, as far as security assignments went. The inhospitable nature of the planet kept most raiders away, except for the especially well organized and outfitted ones. Thus, whenever the occasion for excitement did finally come along, it was almost always devastatingly deadly. To make matters worse, Chief Baurbos’s budget was quite meager, as one might assume of the company that labeled itself “Thrifty.” At any rate, his guards were ill armed and often no better trained upon his arrival. Beginning immediately, Baurbos trained those misfits until the soles of their boots wore thin, and then he took all of the money in the budget allocated for boots, as well as quite a few other things, and spent it on weapons for the armory. This created a quiet uproar, consisting of no more than muttered wisecracks and leering glances so fearsome was Baurbos’s reputation amongst his subordinates, until Security Chief Baurbos started stealing from the renegades, which more recently he had been better prepared to deal with. Consequently, the raids had become less common. Thus, the vicious process moved onto the next stage, leaving Chief Baurbos to patrol the halls overseeing his guards as they carried out their drills with mindless precision. Fortunately for the restless Keliouxian, just as he was ready to forsake hope and resolve himself to this desolate locale, the drone of a piercing alarm carried throughout the halls of the security center. Throughout the outpost, men scrambled to their stations, but none of them hustled more than Baurbos himself, although he maintained his militaristic air even while in the middle of his stride. His vigor quickly bore him down the corridors and into the central terminal, where a pair of guards frantically poured over the consoles before a series of monitors while investigating the nature of the disturbance. “Report,” commanded Baurbos in a resounding bark, which startled the two guards worse than the alarm. [Word Count: 394/714] |
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<center>"Nearly every man who develops an idea works it up to the point where it looks impossible, and then he gets discouraged. That's not the place to become discouraged." -Thomas A. Edison "Ashes to ashes and clay to clay; if the enemy doesn't get you, your own folks may." -James Thurber<br> Character Sheet|Vault Profile | |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:01 AM Post #4 |
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The less bumbling of the two guards working at the console responded before his partner had an opportunity to aggravate Baurbos. “Chief, an unidentified spacecraft passed through out airspace. It seems to have landed beyond the perimeter fence though.” “Is it on company property?” Baurbos questioned sharply while wearing a stern look upon his face, somewhat belying the calculations running through his head.. “Yes, sir,” the guard answered while working the controls. The display on the wall of monitors changed to a diverse array. One monitor charted the path of the ships flight, which is repeated in a loop, while another displayed a map of the compound that included all company property and an indicator of where the ship had landed. A third screen actually showed an image of the ship, which still sat motionless, while a fourth was busy matching up possible ship makes and models. “Any outstanding infractions?” Baurbos inquired about the spacecraft. “No, sir, there is not indication of that,” the guard responded with a shake of his head, “I’m not getting much on the ship. It looks like it departed from Kelioux, that’s about it.” Immediately, Baurbos barked back, “So it is possible that there are outstanding infractions?” “Yes, sir,” the guard responded simply. “I assume our attempts to establish communication have failed,” Baurbos declared. “Yes, sir.” For a moment, Baurbos was in quiet thought. Since the renegades had moved on, there had not been many opportunities to distinguish himself in service to the company. If he let this chance pass him by, then he may be on Cauldron to regret for a long time. Meanwhile, this opportunity was like a plump fruit ripe for the plucking, a new ship stumbling into their backyard with whatever bounty it held inside. “Scramble three speeders,” he ordered, “Three men each.” A ship that size could not hold more than six individuals, so a force of nine would at least have an advantage in numbers. “Their orders are to subdue the crew for interrogation and to apprehend the ship and its cargo.” “On what charges, sir?” questioned the other guard, who had remained silent until this point, as he began to transmit the orders through the console. “Criminal trespassing,” Baurbos explain and then added, “Make sure to send someone competent.” [Word Count: 381/1,095] |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:01 AM Post #5 |
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Mere moments later, a formation of three disc-shaped speeders zoomed through the air, each of them manned by a three-man crew of Baurbos’s finest. The speeders were amazingly fast hovercraft vehicles designed to possess sharp handling and sufficient lifting power to be of use on a mining compound. While these features were useful to the guards that also utilized them, the speeders had not been designed for combat, and thus lacked weapons of any sort and had little in the way of defense as well. While all nine of the guards assigned to the undertaking were Keliouxians, they were nevertheless of a fairly motley assortment. More than one of them was a former outlaw, while at least one among the others had come to thrive under Baurbos’s discipline. At any rate, they had all benefited from their Chief’s training, and they were all better armed as a result. Like all TMO security agents, they were equipped with simple blasters, but they also wore battle armor and sheathed swords, which were uncommon amongst TMO security agents and in fact essentially unique only to Baurbos’s subordinates. While maintaining a tight formation, the sleek craft slipped between the buildings of the compound with ease, and within moments they hovered past the heavily fortified perimeter wall. Then, they slipped between a pair of slumbering volcanoes and over several craggy pits as they hastily traversed the short distance between the wall and where the unidentified ship had landed. Although each group of three had been designated with a leader, there was one among the nine guards who had been command over the detachment. All the while the speeders were making their was to the scene, this individual remained in contact with Security Chief Baurbos back at Command Center on the compound campus. After he double-checked their position, he addressed his men. “ETA is five minutes, so get your heads straight,” he said into a mouthpiece that transmitted through his colleagues’ scouters. “We aren’t sure what this thing is, but there’s no way it can be worse the Baurbos. Either way, our primary orders are to acquire the ship and its cargo, apprehending the pilot and crew are secondary.” [Word Count: 363/1,458] |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:02 AM Post #6 |
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Nearly as soon as the words escaped the squad leader’s mouth, the trio of discus-shaped hovercraft broke over the top of a ridge, and from that vantage point the unidentified ship popped into view. Its metallic gleam contrasted starkly with the layer of black rock that covered the ground. Immediately, the speeders broke formation in order to surround the vessel. As the two other crafts veered away, the squad leader’s own speeder barrel towards the quiet vessel. It made the men a bit uncomfortable that there was no sign of life. Retrieving a device from the console, the squad leader spoke directly into it, “You are trespassing on TMO property. Please, vacate the ship in an orderly fashion with your hands behind your head.” The device channeled his voice through a speaker system, amplifying his voice in volume and instilling it with a notably electronic and somewhat distorted tone. The hovercrafts had now circled the vessel and began patrolling a tight perimeter around it, watching for any sign of movement. Some of the guards had already unsheathed their swords while others had their blasters level, somewhat on edge because of the unusual circumstances these men were nevertheless most comfortable with violence and so reacted in a manner that was most natural to them. Long quiet moments passed in anticipation, yet no response came. Some of the men began to express ideas that perhaps the vessel was truly empty and had perhaps been guided by programmed coordinates or was simply derelict. Their squad leader remained skeptical, however. Several times, he conferred with his scouter, but it seemed in capable of piercing the ship’s hull for whatever reason. Again, he spoke clearly and firmly into the device, again amplifying his voice to the point of distortion, “I repeat, you are trespassing on TMO company property. You are under arrest. Please, exit the vessel with your hands behind your head.” [Word Count: 317/1,775] |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:03 AM Post #7 |
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Meanwhile inside the ship, Karaurus was too busy preparing to be bothered with all of the ruckus carrying on outside, which was muffled considerably anyway. At any rate, he’d be ignoring a persist chirp from his communications console for far longer than that, and his resolve was nowhere close to faltering. Although he had done the majority on his planning while passing through the stars, he wanted to confer with the data his ship systems were acquiring now that he was actually on the planet, including double checking maps as well as the atmospheric content. While he’d left the computer to continue gathering and analyzing data, the salamander had busied himself seeing to equipment. After completing a warm-up routine, the alien put away his training weights. He slung a sheath over his shoulder and slid his hardened power pole into place. Next, he secured a sheathed sword onto his right hip. Then, Karaurus clasped his freshly inscribed runic blaster onto his left wrist. Finally, he picked up his scouter, although he did not equip it at that moment. Instead, the salamander carried the device over to his computer console, where a monitor concisely displayed the results of its queries. He glanced it over well enough to see that the atmosphere was indeed compatible with his alien biology and that the maps he’d used to chart his course only contained minor inaccuracies, although a flashing display warned him that he was parked on private property. This was not something he had been privy to prior to landing, but he did not let it concern him now. He connected his scouter to the console via a cable and downloaded the data into the portable device before unplugging it from the console, equipping it over his eye, and activating it with the pres of a button. With his preparations at last complete, Karaurus was ready to disembark from his vessel. He walked towards the portal, which withdrew at his approach to reveal the desolate outside word as well as the vigilant security forces still encircling his ship. Noting they were armed, he stepped out upon the ship’s landing and coolly said, “Activate the security systems.” The console beeped a response from within the ship, and the ship’s door slammed shut behind the alien’s slender form. [Word Count: 382/2,157] |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:03 AM Post #8 |
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Karaurus eyed the TMO security forces over with his scouter, while they did the same to him. With more foes to check, it should have taken the salamander more time to check all of the guards over, but his greatly enhanced speed allowed him to survey the field much quicker than his foes. While it was obvious that they had a significant advantage in number, his scouter reported that not a single one of the lot of them had a power level above one thousand. Meanwhile, the squad leader was so shocked by his scouter’s reading that he could scarcely mouth his thoughts and thus he muttered something to the effect of, “Ten thousand ten… Report it.” One of his squad mates frantically worked the communicator to relay the information to Baurbos back at the command center. However, the squad leader recovered and shouted through the amplifier, “You are trespassing on TMO company property. Your vessel will be impounded, and you are under arrest. Any attempt to resist will result in—“ Whatever else the Keliouxian was going to drone on about Karaurus could not be sure, as he did not allow him the opportunity to finish. With a snap motion, he leveled his runic blaster and fired off a blast of brilliant blue energy aimed at the occupants of the craft. Even as those guards in its path dived away, several guards who had anticipated resistance leapt forward with swords in hand. However, the salamander surprised the first two to attack him in this manner by crippling their offense with a counterattack from his staff, which he drew out in a simple, fluid motion. The blunt end of the weapon deflected an incoming sword swipe and then met a Keliouxian in the face, before whipping around to disrupt a second assailant. Breaking the first wave did little to quell a mounting intensity that would reach fever pitch, as a hail of blaster bolts tore across the field, many of which impacted against Karaurus’s ship without any notable effect. Still, Karaurus wanted to spare the ship any damage if at all possible, so he took off into the air, much to the surprise of the land-stricken Keliouxians. Streams of blaster fire trailed after him, but shaken as the guards were their attacks were mostly poorly aimed. Even so, the alien seemed nearly impervious to those shots that did find their mark. [Word Count: 401/2,558] |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:04 AM Post #9 |
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Tearing through the sky, Karaurus came overhead of one of the hovercrafts and brought his power pole to bear, with a blunt end of the weapon aimed with deliberate intent. Activating the weapon, it began to expand telescopically at an unbelievable rate. Before anyone could react, it had protruded right into the control console of the speeder, producing currents of electric sparks as it tore through metal, just as the salamander had intended it to do. As a result, the craft immediately spun out of control, spilling its contents of Keliouxian guards across the hard rocks. Wasting not a moment of time, the alien then utilized all of his speed to teleport to the nearest speeder much to the surprise of the trio of guards manning the craft. In a whirling frenzy, his pole cleared one of the men from the speeder and in the process created an opening, through which Karaurus fired a blaster shot directly into the control panel. Before the sparks and smoke cleared away, the remaining pair of guards attempted to fall upon the salamander with their sword drawn, but the alien disappeared again every bit as quickly as he had appeared. The salamander’s work was not done yet. Teleporting a third time, he appeared on the deck of the one remaining speeder, face to face with the remaining trio of guards. Meanwhile, some of those who had been bucked by their derelict craft had recovered well enough that they were able to fire clumsy shots at the alien from a distance, although others had received substantial wounds during their fall and were incapable of doing anything other than lie about smoking wreckage of their hovercrafts and moan as pain gradually overcame them. A moment of panic and tension caused the field to seem as if it had become frozen for just an instant. [Word Count: 308/2,866] |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:05 AM Post #10 |
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Then, the alien renewed his assault. Lunging forward with staff in hand, the salamander was met by a sword-wielding Keliouxian. As the exchange began, the ring of weapon meeting weapon sounded, and the pair traded blows and parries. Truthfully, Karaurus held back a bit for a moment, luring another guard into joining the fray. Now facing two foes, the salamander began fighting with more focus and intensity. His attacks came at a quicker pace, and his parries repelled each stroke of a sword further each time. This quickly exposed an opening in the two guards defenses, upon which the alien capitalized. With a direct thrust, he sent one swordsman barreling over the side of the craft, and then a sharp swing sent the other one spilling over the side as well. This left only one guard to stand against the amphibious alien. Somewhat in a panic, this remaining Keliouxian leveled his simple blaster and fired of several shots, most of which were poorly aimed do to the man’s trembling hands. One shot was better placed than the others, and it tore across the short deck directly towards Karaurus. However, the alien reacted with snap reflexes, and with the tip of just one finger he was able to deflect the shot. Immediately, the salamander charged, catching the Keliouxian with a shoulder rush knocking him over the edge of the ship. Having thus left the speeder intact, Karaurus turning his attention to the controls, fiddling about with them for a moment. As he did so, the hovercraft lurched and veered in a most unstable fashion. However, the alien quickly refined his skill with the controls, and within no more than a few seconds the amphibian was speeding off with the stolen property. Meanwhile, the squad leader slowly pulled himself to his feet and held up a communicator. “Squad Leader to Command Center,” he said before pausing to take in deep, heaving breathes, “We have met with resistance. Two speeders are down, and the third has been commandeered.” [Word Count: 335/3,201] |
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<center>"Nearly every man who develops an idea works it up to the point where it looks impossible, and then he gets discouraged. That's not the place to become discouraged." -Thomas A. Edison "Ashes to ashes and clay to clay; if the enemy doesn't get you, your own folks may." -James Thurber<br> Character Sheet|Vault Profile | |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:05 AM Post #11 |
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Back at the TMO compound’s Command Center, Security Chief Baurbos was raising a considerable amount of hell. While pounding his fists upon the counter and throwing around handfuls of paper, his voice boomed out irate insults concerning the competency of his underlings. “Do you have any idea how expensive those speeders are?” he questioned the two men stationed at the computer terminal he was overseeing, as if they had been in some way responsible for the turn of events. “Find me that speeder!” he ordered. Already, the more competent of the two men was frantically working the controls at the console. A few of the many monitors before them went dark and then came alive with light again. However, their displays had changed significantly, so that they displayed information pertaining to the speeders. Three screens displayed images and data concerning each of the three craft, including the crews assigned to them. A fourth screen displayed a map with indicators marking the locations of each vehicle. Two of these icons were stationary dots that flashed red, indicating their damaged condition, while a third indicator, a green circle, raced towards the edge of the map. “Track his path. Find out where he is going,” Chief Baurbos ordered in an authoritative tone. The clumsier of the two guards jumped at the bark, knocking over a glass and spilling a sticky liquid on the floor in the process. Meanwhile, the other guard was already on the task before the orders came. Pressing buttons in a mad whirl, another one of the monitors changed in order to display the data. “Sir, it looks like he’s heading to…” the guard responded although his voice trailed away. Then, suddenly remember the fear he had of Baurbos, he finished by saying, “the Old Forge, Sir.” The room fell silent for a moment. [Word Count: 304/3,505] |
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<center>"Nearly every man who develops an idea works it up to the point where it looks impossible, and then he gets discouraged. That's not the place to become discouraged." -Thomas A. Edison "Ashes to ashes and clay to clay; if the enemy doesn't get you, your own folks may." -James Thurber<br> Character Sheet|Vault Profile | |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:06 AM Post #12 |
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Karaurus’s scouter chirped quietly as his stolen hovercraft sped around the base of another black hill. The green eyepiece displayed a partially transparent map with a flashing coordinate marking the location of his destination. He’d come here to this horrible little planet from afar, in order to follow up on a lead he’d picked up from a monk back Kelioux. The old Keliouxian had related to him a tale he’d heard while on Cauldron, involving a marvelous sword guard by a restless spirit. Amongst the salamanders of Tythes, there was a firm belief in the supernatural, and so the amphibious alien had no doubt as to the verity of the old Keliouxian’s claims. With that mindset, Karaurus had set out across space to come to this backwater rock in order to seek out this outstanding weapon. Upon spotting the ruined entrance to the ancient facility, the salamander landed the hovercraft in a manner that lacked any sort of grace, producing a great deal of racket and sparks as the speeder scrapped against stone. Then, he hopped over the side and skittered through the crumbling entrance, throwing a cautious look back over his shoulder before he did so. Inside, the amphibian passed over bits of fallen structures and other debris. There was little light to behold, but that did not matter all that much to the salamander as his people were nocturnal and often dwelt underground. The air in the corridors of the derelict forge was quite stuffy, although the ash-ridden air outside was not all that much fresher. Regardless, the amphibious alien pursued his goal with a single-minded determination that was beyond most warm-blooded beings, and his lithe figure was able to pass through the ruins with fluid ease. Skillful and silent in the dark, his presence was scarcely detectable. [Word Count: 300/3,805] |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:06 AM Post #13 |
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The atmosphere was a bit different back at Karauru’s ship. Still, a bit shaken from his perilous encounter with the visiting alien, the squad leader eventually found his way back to his feet. A few of his men had already done so, although many of them were too injured to move about. Walking with a limp, the Keliouxian came into a huddle already in progress. His men fell silent and gave him a sharp salute. “What is our status?” he asked, his voice possessing a weary character reflecting his somewhat haggard condition. “Well, we have a lot of wounded, sir,” one of the other guards explained, “We’ve been trying to establish some sort of communication with Command, but we are receiving some sort of interference.” “What sort?” the leader asked. “We believe it is coming from the ship, sir,” another guard responded.” Pausing to look about the wreckage, the leader then said, “So, we’ve got several injured men, two destroyed hovercrafts, one stolen speeder, and one alien ship” “Yes, sir,” the lot of the others answered nearly simultaneously. “Then, let’s impound this thing,” he said resolutely. The lot of them walked over to the ship with the leader out in front. A couple of guards were already investigating the strange craft. “What can you tell me?” asked the squad leader. “Not too much,” answered one of the guards possessing a bit more technical knowledge. “It is definitely a variant on the Namekian class spaceship. I won’t know much more until we get inside,” he explained. “How much longer will that be?” question the leader. “Let me see,” answered the technical expert as he approached the ship with a tool in hand. He did so with some measure of caution, referring to his scouter twice on his approach. Then, he finally brought his tool up the to the ship’s entry portal. However, when he touched the metal of the tool to that of the ship, a tremendous current passed through the tool and the guard. The force of the shock repelled the Keliouxian a short distance, producing a sizzling sound and tufts of smoke. [Word Count: 353/4,158] |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:07 AM Post #14 |
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Meanwhile, Security Chief Baurbos was racing over the rock hills of Cauldron in one of the TMO hovercrafts, kicking up a trail of ash as he went along. The militant Keliouxian was following a blinking light on his speeder’s console monitor. The indicator guided him towards the whereabouts of the stolen hovercraft. Since he arrival on the planet, the Keliouxian had heard many tales about the haunted forge and the treasure there within. For most of that time, he’d dismissed them as ancient legends. Furthermore, the tales of the treasure’s ghostly guardian were worse, tales told to scare children by the side of a fire. However, when his subordinates reported that the alien visitor was heading towards the rumored location of the ancient forge, the old tales seemed to have a ring of truth and Baurbos had to find out for himself. He’d chosen to go alone after seeing the incompetence nature of his guards in full display when they first encountered the visitor. Truthfully, it shamed him to see his strict training fail so terribly. Perhaps that is why Security chief Baurbos had chosen to chase after the alien, or perhaps it was the chance to claim a prestigious artifact for himself. Really, the Keliouxian had no certainty which it was the compelled him more, although the root cause of both ambitions was simply his will to escape the horrors of his current station. Coming over a sharp bluff, Baurbos spotted the stolen hovercraft crudely nestled in a rocky crevice. As he pulled near, he held an arm blaster level and prepared to fire upon anyone in the craft. It was empty though, and so he disembarked from his craft, leaving it hovering over the stone. Glancing around, Baurbos spotted the decrepit entrance into the dilapidated forge. Keeping his blaster ready, he made his way in. [Word Count: 307/4,465] |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:08 AM Post #15 |
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Proceeding through the darkness, Karaurus had found little to nothing of any remarkable nature. Gradually, he became increasingly skeptical as to the verity of the Keliouxian sage’s words, wondering in the monk had not lied to him in order to lure him off planet or even into a trap. That would at least explain the inhospitable manners of the natives. Suddenly, such matters were far from his mind, as some sixth sense told him the he was not the only presence in the dark corridor. Looking about, he perceived a spectral form, feeling it nearly as well as he saw it. For a second, his breath caught in his amphibian lungs, stunned as he was to behold the phantasmal being, although that sensation quickly passed as he could detect a hostile intent emanating from the spirit. Unsure for but a moment, Karaurus did not delay too long. Hoping to dissuade the specter from laying its ghostly hands upon him, the salamander manifested an aura of flame about his physical form, almost as if by instinct. Fortunately for the amphibian, the phantom recoiled against the barrier of heat and withdrew back into the shadows of the corridors. Thus unimpeded, the salamander continued along his way. Before much longer, he came upon a chamber outfitted with advanced technology that had long been left to gather dust. Looking around for but a moment, Karaurus quickly came upon what he had traveled so far to find. Lying amongst a forgotten display in the center of the room, there was a massive blade, one that would certainly require two-hands to wield. In a reverent manner, the amphibious alien reached forth and took up the blade in both hands, perceiving its excellent balance in light of the striking length of the blade. Holding the sword overhead, he cursed himself for ever doubting the sages. [Word Count: 308/4,773] |
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<center>"Nearly every man who develops an idea works it up to the point where it looks impossible, and then he gets discouraged. That's not the place to become discouraged." -Thomas A. Edison "Ashes to ashes and clay to clay; if the enemy doesn't get you, your own folks may." -James Thurber<br> Character Sheet|Vault Profile | |
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| Fossil | Sep 5 2011, 02:08 AM Post #16 |
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Having thus claimed his prize, the alien turned back. Proceeding with this newly acquired blade in hand down the same dust and debris ridden corridors he’d only just passed through, the alien half expected to see the spirit once again. It would not have mattered all that much, as he was prepared to repel the spirit once with his fiery ward. However, he did not encounter the spirit. Little could he know that this was due to the fact that something else had captured the spirit’s attention. Security Chief Baurbos had made his way into the heart of the derelict structure, and the warmth of his living presence had drawn the spirit unto him, although the noisy of his clumsy approach had done little to conceal his presence for that matter. As such, the spirit had been drawn from its usual haunts. Thus as Karaurus passed a wide chamber, he and Baurbos exchanged glances from afar. Immediately, each of them prepared to react, although neither of them would get the chance. Before the salamander’s eyes, the specter manifested through the stone walls and fell upon Baurbos as he aimed his blaster. The Keliouxian shrieked in fright, which echoed down the halls as Karaurus made a hasty exit. Exiting back into the sunlight that was able to penetrate the ashen clouds that obscured the sky, Karaurus eased his pace. Surveying the area, he spotted the fresh speeder that Baurbos had used to reach the forge. With a sly smirk, the amphibian boarded the craft in a bound, balancing the massive blade across his shoulder as he did so. Somewhat familiar with the controls from his earlier adventure, the alien set a course back to his ship, eager to test his latest weapon against any Keliouxian guards that were fiddling with his ship. [Word Count: 301/5,074] |
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